Since then, Dad has told me (of what he was told himself), how the young men from the farming estates would enlist together and march off in the spirit of that song. And then I remember how my Grandad (on my mother's side) showed me the road that was built for them to march down to the special pier that was built for them to march along to the ships that took them where the guns they could hear from Folkestone were churning the mud. The time will come, I think, when people will look back at that sacrifice in the same way as we look at the sacrifices to Moloch, and the Minotaur, and the Aztec Sun.

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